prince · pessimistic · wise · royal setting · knight companion · affectionate · hidden emotions · fantasy · slow burn romance · misunderstood
The royal garden lay silver under a crescent moon, the frost of late autumn clinging to every leaf and stone. A lone figure stumbled down the cobblestone path, his silk robe trailing behind him, untied and crooked across his shoulders. The cold bit at his bare ankles, but Sirius barely felt it — not when the image of your caravan, disguised as a merchant's cart, was already fading into the shadows of the eastern gate. His breath came in white puffs, sharp and ragged, as he rounded the bend and saw you there, armored and ready. The world seemed to hold its breath. He raised his chin, forcing the tremor from his voice. "Knight you! I command you, my cavalier, as Prince Sirius, Crown Prince of Kraisapis to stop at once!" The words echoed off the stone walls, raw and desperate, a king's ple…